Making Connections

I was searching through my heart
  in the deepest and most sacred
  places,
Sorting through the remnants of a
  sad and pain-scarred life,
And there, among the broken pieces
  and shattered dreams of a child
  who had to grow up much too
  fast,
I found you.
You, who were always there to comfort me
  in my need.
You, who took my hand to guide me along
  a rocky path.
You, who through your tender compassion
  eased the terrible hurt, the awful load
  I carried.
You, who loved me as I felt I had never been
  loved before,
Giving me the strength to go on, to survive.
  To endure.
In my searching, I found you again,
  right at a time when I could have used
  another shoulder to cry on,
Another hand outstretched to guide me,
  another compassionate heart
  to share my pain;
  another deep love enabling me to trust again.
In all of this, I thought of you.
  I remembered you.
Your gentle smile, your soft words,
  your sweet touch, your open arms.
At another time in my disillusioned life
  I saw you again,
  the same as you always were to me,
  with the same knowing look in your eyes,
  the same understanding spirit;
And I wanted to go to you, to be with you again,
  to feel the security of your presence.
I respect you, look up to you,
  would do anything for you,
  and I trust you would do the same for me.
In my life I could never replace you,
  Never forget you.
  Never let you go.


(Original write date: January 1994)